The incision of the Wind Blade was extremely fine, as if the mighty gods were angrily pulling a few thin lines through the monster horde, so that all matter could not maintain its most basic integrity, and flesh and energy poured everywhere like a torrential rain.

Zhen Shuai was extremely satisfied with his hands and made a move back, and the black flame that was still burning strangely in the distance suddenly swept towards Zhen Shuai like a sea at low tide, and wiped out all the matter and energy in the flames, and then spit out the impurities, turning into a flame fluid with great energy and pouring into Zhen Shuai's body, so that half of the mana he had consumed was filled in an instant, and even a large amount of excess energy poured out from his body dots and turned into a brilliant black swirl.

The monsters finally had the most thorough fear, under the fact that there is no gap-like gap between the level of strength and the total amount of mana, there is a world of difference between the understanding and control of power, this difference has become an insurmountable chasm, between a person and tens of thousands of monsters, there seems to be an invisible boundary between the strange world, and no monster dares to take that step between life and death.

Zhen Shuai was even more satisfied with the effect he had caused, and as a last resort, Zhen Shuai did not plan to engage in hand-to-hand combat with tens of thousands of monsters, after all, what kind of tiring physical work was more suitable for Dark Moon wearing armor and holding a lightsaber.

Wang Jianjun's face was also extremely solemn at the moment, the unilateral killing in both directions made him feel a lot of pressure, and the skeleton legion he formed only caused a sad record, and could only barely block countless monsters 1 km away, the skeleton legion was being killed unilaterally by the monsters, and his mana had been consumed by a small half.

"It seems that it will not work if you don't show some real skills!" Wang Jianjun gritted his teeth fiercely, and his originally sickly and thin body swelled up at a high speed under the surge of mana, and instantly turned into an angular middle-aged man, but under the continued urging of mana, Wang Jianjun's muscles began to expand, although his height did not change, but the transitional expansion of his muscles made him stretch horizontally, and gradually turned into a muscular man with green tendons entrenched all over his body, and with a roar of almost pain, Wang Jianjun turned into a square-shaped muscular man whose width and height were almost equal.

This scene naturally attracted the attention of Zhen Shuai and Dark Moon, but the consciousness that the two of them cast on them just swept away, Dark Moon snorted again, and Zhen Shuai whistled.

The staff in Wang Jianjun's right hand was danced into a heavy staff shadow, and the huge wind pressure brought a strange cyclone, and under the catalysis of energy, the staff like a dead tree suddenly burst open, turning into a thick metal rod more than one person high.

The metal rod glows with a strange golden luster, and the two ends of the rod body are coiled with lifelike golden dragons, and the four big characters of "Dinghai Shenpin" are written on the stick body.

Zhen Shuai couldn't help but complain about something, and then focused on the spell pouring with full firepower.

Wang Jianjun let out a low roar, and his hands swept the "Dinghai Divine Needle" towards the sea of monsters in the distance as heavy and slow as holding a mountain.

A kilometer away, the monster horde was happily slaughtering the unthreatening skeleton warriors in front of them, tearing the skeleton warriors in front of them to pieces in various fancy poses, and even more showing off their martial arts in the postures of several victors, allowing the weak swords of the skeleton warriors to sweep over the steel-solid body.

But happy times are always short-lived, and what remains is endless suffering.

A huge flow of energy suddenly condensed on the side of the monster group, forming a huge energy cyclone, and a long metal stick with a diameter of more than ten meters in the center of the cyclone quickly condensed out, and a breath of effort stretched more than a hundred meters.

Driven by an invisible force, this extremely strange wide and long stick slammed down into the monster group with a fierce wind pressure, and the giant stick weighing as many tons rolled through the monster group at a terrifying speed like a huge grinder.

The monsters, who were still extremely arrogant, didn't even have time to scream before they were swept away by absolute mass and speed, and the turbulent ocean was suddenly crippled.

The giant stick broke open from the other end of the monster pack, and the huge mass and form could no longer be sustained by energy, and it disintegrated in an astonishing way, disintegrating into a large amount of powdery unidentified matter and scattered energy spots.

Wang Jianjun, who did not have the Dark Dragon Devouring Flame, could only watch a large amount of energy dissipate with the wind, and sighed softly as if looking at the floating clouds in the sky.

Wang Jianjun, who made such an amazing blow, finally didn't get the disdain of Dark Moon, and also got Zhen Shuai's thumbs, and the depression in his heart was slightly relieved.

Wang Jianjun, who is like a block of steel, can use the construction technique so skillfully and amazingly, and he can be regarded as a highly talented person, but his brilliance is covered by Zhen Shuai, who can instantly perform a wide range of spells, and even the death elf Dark Moon flying in the monster group exudes a more powerful aura, but how many existences in the world can be compared to the two?

Zhen Shuai has always been very interested in what kind of existence the dark moon is, whether it is from the appearance, figure, mysterious equipment, and even the cold and arrogant temperament, Zhen Shuai wants to find out thoroughly. But in the face of Zhen Shuai's several attempts to summon, Dark Moon didn't pay attention to it at all, and this time he was able to come to help, mostly relying on the magical space manipulation ability of the star or other secret techniques that Zhen Shuai didn't know.

After completely exterminating the last small wave of monsters within the visible range with a large fireball technique, Zhen Shuai straightened his somewhat messy hair, this level of combat was far from reaching the point where he could exercise his ability to improve his strength, so Zhen Shuai still calmly squandered the mana that was extremely precious in the eyes of others.

With her terrifying speed and combat skills, Dark Moon slashed tens of thousands of monsters with a single knife in purely hand-to-hand combat, and her speed was not much slower than Zhen Shuai.

The two of them were extremely calm and suspended in the air, looking at Wang Jianjun who was still fighting against the monsters.

"Need help?" asked Zhen Shuai with a shake of one hand and a few times using the construction technique to create a paper fan.

"I don't look like you want to help, let's go cool!" Wang Jianjun knocked the seven or eight monsters in front of him out with a stick, and several skeleton warriors rushed up and plunged their swords into the monster's wounds, expanding the already terrifying injuries, and the monsters screamed and tore the skeleton warriors who beat the water dogs to pieces, and Wang Jianjun killed them with another stick.

It's just that there are still thousands of monsters in front of Wang Jianjun, and the skeleton army he summoned has finally fallen into a numerical disadvantage, and anyone who looks at it will feel that Wang Jianjun can't stand it.

Who knew that Wang Jianjun looked at the countless corpse wreckage and broken bones suspended in mid-air, and showed a satisfied smile for the first time.

"It's finally time to take a break!"

Sitting on the Dinghai Divine Needle, which had been restored to its normal size, Wang Jianjun pinched a simple trick casually, and after reciting the word "remodeling", he took off a small and barely visible gourd from his belt and took a sip.

Then I didn't know where to conjure two cigarettes, one in my mouth, and the other was thrown to Zhen Shuai who was several kilometers away.

Zhen Shuai's eyes lit up, a black curtain flashed on his right hand, and the cigarette in flight appeared directly in his hand.

Zhen Shuai only saw the Chinese characters on the cigarette and couldn't wait to use his index finger to turn a flame into a flame to light the cigarette, Zhen Shuai took a sharp puff very greedily, and after letting the smoke completely go through the lungs for more than a dozen times, he reluctantly slowly spit it out.

Darkmoon probably knew about cigarettes too, and pursed her lips disdainfully, bursting the sentence "smoker" and focusing on the endless void in front of her.

Zhen Shuai, who was smoking greedily, naturally felt the majestic breath that was surging towards him in the endless void, but he didn't know how how the smoker, who hadn't tasted the taste of cigarettes for a long time, could give up the delicious taste in his mouth, and still swallowed the clouds greedily and attentively.

The mana consumed by Wang Jianjun's reshaping was exactly half of his remaining mana, and after the spell was cast, Wang Jianjun leisurely drank spirit wine to replenish mana, while smoking a medium-sized cigarette, looking like a retired old worker.

In front of Wang Jianjun, all the monsters seemed to instinctively sense the danger, and they were squeezed into a trembling ball between pushing and shoving.

All the matter around the monster group made a moan-like sound at the same time, and the violent resonance immediately spread, and all the matter, regardless of size, surged towards the monster group in the center, and the scream was almost instantaneously sealed by a large amount of matter.

A few minutes later, all the matter was crumpled into an irregular sphere with a diameter of 100 meters by some mysterious force, and with the sound of a shocking heart rhythm, there seemed to be a violent creature inside the irregular sphere struggling desperately, and using a large number of strange limbs to puncture the surface of the sphere.

A terrifying skeleton with a height of 100 meters finally broke out of the orb.

Skeletons covered with strange textures crisscrossed to form a complete humanoid body, and beyond the skeleton was a somewhat broken but terrifyingly thick piece of hard armor, and a hideous skull tower shield smashed extremely heavily into the void, stirring up an astonishing wave of qi.

A fierce war knife made of unknown material was nested in the bones of the hand by the giant skeleton, and the oppression brought by the heavy weight was like a top Tarzan, and the most eye-catching thing was that the skeleton was wearing a rugby cap on its head......